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Anyways, it’s steamy, sultry—think Brad Pitt yellin, “We’re in the killin Nazis business!”—but swap Nazis for stress knots, ha! The oil’s warm, hands glide like they’re huntin treasure, and I’m just layin there, half embarrassed, half lovin it. Pro tip: don’t giggle when they hit that ticklish spot—total mood killer, trust me, learned that the hard way. Another secret? Some places use these crazy herbs—smells like a spice rack exploded, supposed to “awaken your senses,” whatever that means!

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

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